Smoke clogs her lungs and makes it hard to breathe

Cough, cough she tries to hard

Her tears dry up as her children beg Her to give them more

but nobody listens to Her needs, to Her pleads

The fruits of Her labor are over-harvested, yet Her children die of starvation

The oil of Her skin is pulled out, so the strongest may get stronger

She continues on, not asking for much but giving everything

Her children demand more, rob Her of Her fortune, for that is what a Mother does

Gives, but does not take

Bears fruit, but reaps no reward

For a Mother is generous, a Mother is patient

A Mother is exploited while Her children watch

I'm sorry, Mother Earth